You looked at me like a firefly
Lighting up the night sky
Like my bright was a night light
In the pits of your psyche
You called me a flashlight
Ready to expose the rows of evils in the cosmos
You looked at me like a flickering match you said you’ll catch me if you can
Like I held only half of your hand and the other hand was a paw
You saw yourself creature, beast- your fingers were lighting bolts trapped in a vase
You said you were imploding
You gave me a kiss
You were already loading for firework.
You looked at me like a flashlight
Like my tongue
Would speak morse code to your chemical flow
You looked at me like a candle in a cathedral
When we talked and you didn’t hear any bells
I realized you were never afraid of fire or hell
Simply being alone with yourself.
You saw me like spark, like brilliance, like a lumineer singing ho-hey
And I was lightless, still
A cobweb lamp post standing on a dirt hill
And say what you will
But I don’t have enough for the both of us.
You looked at me the way
One will see the sun.
Ready to brighten your bones, and slip summer between your thighs.
I just can’t be the one.
If you stare too long at me,
it will hurt your eyes.
This poem is a spoken word piece: